A couple months ago Amia decided to do something that made all of our lives impossibly easier--she went from 2 naps to 1. This may not sound big, but believe me. It is. It is. See, when your little one is expecting 2 naps a day you have only a series of small windows with which to do anything. From 8-10am, 12-2pm, and 5-8pm, roughly. Particularly when your little one sees in strollers and car seats little, soft prisons from which to break forth, Bastille-like, demanding that they be carried in all their tired, whimpering fury. Yes, my friends. We now have from 7am till 2 in the afternoon, to wander care free throughout the day at which point we can watch Six Feet Under/Lost/Scrubs while little one sleeps. A new day has dawned indeed.

Interestingly, it's a new day with this wierd nap thing for us at the end of the day. In the past week or so Amia has taken to lounging with her bottle of milk at the end of the day, laying in bed after reading her books, attemping to engage in "Sleepytime". It used to be the milk bottle that did her in. Now it's just the precursor. The entryway to Sleeptime is now marked by rolling around, speaking the first thing that comes to mind from anything that happened during the day--"Amia saw dog today...what's that?...owie...watched Toaster...what's that?...car?...what's that?"--then, slowly, drifting off to sleep. But this all takes place over 20-40 minutes. At like 9 at night. So Suzanne and/or I, whichever is putting Amia to sleep, takes a 20-40 minute nap, from 9-10. This is a strange thing. We're tired, but wake up feeling kind of refreshed and ready to really go to sleep around 1. Or we end up just going to bed at 9, which hasn't happened since I went to bed after watching Welcome Back Kotter.